Chapter 137: Facing the Abyss
Nero stood in the center of the dojo, his expression unreadable as the five clones continued their relentless training in Muso.
Each executed precise strikes, refining their techniques in an unspoken rhythm.
They were independent entities, not fragments of his mind or soul, but fully functioning extensions of his will.
And now, he would add a sixth.
He invoked one more clone, reaching the limit of his current capacity.
A familiar, controlled pulse of magic rippled outward as the new entity took form.
Unlike the others, this one had a different purpose, to replicate the strike that had shattered the helmet.
The clone assumed its stance, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly.
Every movement was deliberate, each breath measured.
Its muscles loosened, coiled in a paradox of relaxation and readiness.
The tension in its fingers eased as they adjusted their grip.